Not until it's too late

Jessica faltered, not wanting to just shout out the fact that her sister was naked to the street.

Before she could come up with an excuse, one of the two cops had made it to the cab door, opening it; she heard her sister shriek.

She glanced over her shoulder, standing some way in front of the car, to see Trish peering out, one hand desperately trying to stay over her tits, her features flushed and her eyes panicked.

"What the-"

Jessica quickly used the distraction to pull her top off, a nervous squeak escaping her lips, as she hastily threw her top over to the cab, returning her arms to being raised over her head when the cop ahead of her jerked his gun, his attention shifting back from the frantic blonde.

Red-faced, Jessica looked forwards, biting her lip but still whimpering as she bared her tits yet again. Oh god, would this never end-

She glanced back, glad to see Trish at least fumbling with her clothes. Pulling on her top was easier; slipping into Jessica's tighter jeans necessitated getting out of the cab and squeaking as she flashed her ass for embarrassing seconds.

At least it was just seconds, Jessica though a little enviously. No, that was unfair to Trish.

Still, it didn't make it any easier to bare the fact she was even more exposed. God, she could really do without the cop, to say nothing of passers-by, getting to know exactly what her pussy looked like, let alone her ass, her tits, her furiously embarrassed expression...

"Ok, you're definitely coming with us," one cop said, moving closer to grab Jessica's arm. She jumped, biting her lip as she felt him cuff her. Ok, she could probably escape the cuffs with a bit of brute ****, but what would doing so achieve?

She tensed, gritting her teeth to stop another humiliating whimper.

"W-wait!" Trish called. "She didn't- I wasn't-"

"It's ok, Miss Walker, we heard-" the cop by her tried to placate her; she pushed past.

"I wasn't kidnapped," she said, moving forwards. "I'm an accomplice. Take me with her."

"Trish, what-" Jessica said.

"I can't leave you," Trish said. She glanced pointedly at Jessica; "Remember?"

Oh god, right. If they were split up, Trish would be **** to start stripping again until she could confirm Jessica's nudity. But on top of that, she couldn't go inside; the police station would automatically split them up.

Fuck. Not only did she have to deal with her own exposure, but she had to focus on her sister's situation too. Jessica flushed, panicked for more than just herself, as the cops regarded her sister.